Dominic looked at Jacqueline sleeping, her trussed brown hair covered her face and he moved it and strode to his parlour. "Wentworth." He stated.
"My lord, I hope you forgive my intrusion."
"Intrusion! You shocked my wife into unconsciousness."
"From the servants it seemed you did that by yourself, the doctor said she was half way before I shot the gun anyway."
Dominic glared at his friend; he hated when he was right but ignored the smirking smile and poured himself a glass of whiskey. "She hit her head."
"You scared her, Joseph told me and she did not deserve it."
"Is everyone against me?" Dominic grumbled, downing his shot.
"When is Daniel arriving?" Dominic's gaze intensified as the mention of his older cousin who had forced the marriage on this stupid girl anyway.
"I don
